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it takes all sorts and this is mc liquorice bertie bassett the bastard bound to bang bitch or snitch electric metric or imperial, belb has no fear of y'all banging like a beast, surrender or yr bound to fall my cup runneth over, yr better left for dead i'm drowning in clover, you better take a triple zed or could be a zee, it's all the same to me all trolls gotta cross my bridge, better pay the fee |
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and there you have it, mcs set to turn rabbit see sherbet, dab it, 200 microgram tab it hallucinate til after 8, eat a whole box join the microdots, it's mr fantastic fox drop amanita, litre of omega, root of mandrake a messy monday morning, melded to my mindstate i exude fumes and microwave yr gameface a clues for you, please conclude yr lame fakes |
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you can ask around, i'm from a long way outta town i confound, smoke about a pound and verb a noun convert a sound into beatbox and take the crown white rhino out to trample all of yr silly shit down 6:25 and i'm dabbing at the sherbert fingers in my ears i'll stab yer til yer nerves hurt no sleep til salford, i can just about focus to type wear an alarm clock, don't believe the hype |
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barz twenty four seven cuuuuz... savage, damage, cabbage mop, hop, cop, drop, top |
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break away, red cross accommodation? can't chain me mate, i build my own space station schiz nation, fried with the brain-wide sedation twisted into elation, preside over medicated nation smoke coriander and bring the best banter snort the cumin, peace out to any bloomin moomin blaze the peppercorn, make man see the red dawn there's blood in your eyes and yr family's forlorn |
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swing batter, better swing, i live on weed and cheese thins the diseased with wings, spaced out like saturn's rings every time i shut my eyes i get the spins suck down the juice and gins and guess who wins? self-obsessed much? i'll hobble you with my crutch pen the best stuff even caged in this rabbit hutch my handmade homebrew is mostly made of mercury so sample my heavy metal, peons better serve for me |
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this blog? i'm crazy like the lady with the log note to self, slaughter rapper like a boss hog pig dog lost in deep water and thick fog i'll cut you for football stickers or a rare pog herbal tea and posh lattes, hardly hard days night, chat shit while refocusing my gaze spite spattered on your back like cumstains i batter twats and proceed to set the next craze |
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drop a flubro and pro plus for bragging rights online proper zombified, all roll ups and hammerite need to hang tight, hole up and jam like a butty i'm sarky like cutty, the most dark and dutty this man was stuck in a rut, i put a hole in his head left for dead in a dusty shed for quarter zed all dunn and said, say my name like candyman that's the plan, how the game began, just so i stay fed |
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pasted and shaded my liver pink neon begone, you fantasize over natalie portman in leon or macauley culkin at age age nine, front page or frontline reported for thoughtcrime, but i'm not arsed, i got mine i mostly imitate bagpus, tranq'd and tanked up on the night bus i like dust, pop rocks and leaving brains as mush, i'm sussed, been anorexic when life was hectic, sold yr kid's scalextric now i must eat you as my hearty grub, even blessed it |
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fuck i messed up the look of the thread that'll haunt me even though i take the cake and bread i'm not well read, just a lot of dr seuss my loose caboose is the next line, tie yr noose bless yr pages while i hex mine, spit truth and skullfuck yer til yr lose a tooth didnt i make it clear? on here i'm the one to fear i predict a lack of replies and a single tear |
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samplin a song of praise, i hit the bong for days exhume a saint's grave and put it up my nasal passageways unfazed by a tazer to my face, put paid to the rumour mill does he do what he says? still here while yr long over the hill granted it's somewhat chemically induced but when i rule the roost and reduced all competition to a fine paste, for my sake don't even try to escape this tine there's 9 lines mate, yr shit's a pure pisstake |
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top of the world ma, agitprop off the dome well known in the zone and the sector, i wave my sceptor do you concur? i turn to face remains of the human race bars for days as advertised by mermaids, pure nectar i tend to gargle to getcha, acid and a can of mace trip the light fantastic then trip over my own lace arsenic and no space, i rap inside a locked cupboard you arselick my waste, i'm more dogged than mother hubbard |
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first integrity, i'll sellotape yr eyelids shut it's meant to be i tell you mate, i'm usually nice but question my directive and yr looking for a right hook or ricin in your favourite mug, with mashed spuds (i don't mean potatoes) yr breathing through a broken nose while thinking bout secondly and what it is yr meant to be doing to earn yr life back, look you've got me off track i only meant to write a verse for you mate, yours was fuckin cack |
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goin all in, i blow my nose on the shroud of turin appalling, yr soaked in urine, come calling at my cavern beefs? best believe i gotta have em yr rage sustains and fills my page, shit i need to get laid freebase spray paint to tag toes with DOAs for days i raise an undead army so the lead can't harm me spin a yarn into tales of x amount of nights now pen yr own adventure for once ya lazy shites |
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so sick i'm like fingers down yr throat no edits, just type the shit as wrote then float, the militant irritant little critter lyrical syllable splitter, umami then bitter i calmly do yr mum up the shitter pack the one hitter, never a quitter run the road like a council gritter this is evolution, see the fittest? i'm fitter |
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i see you with eyes wide shut, bout to bust a gut injectin in yr foot, i live in a hole not a hut can't afford a pizza box never mind doors n locks dedicated to retox, i'm too drunk to beatbox metal grinders in socks, sharpened screwdrivers gettin by on rocks, i'm down to my last fivers saliva's lookin grey, can't get up today i stake a claim and exchange it for my jsa |
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Look into my eyes, your ball are paralysed Now I know why you’re eyes are wide shut You’re scared of me coz I don’t give a fuck I pick my nose on the bus wipe it on the side I earn from rhymes but it’s not my job Go figure I just know only fools and horses work Trigger |
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trigger warning, that verse was appalling when i come calling yr tucked up in beddyboes got heavy flows like i was having a period and so it goes, you cannot be serious, really tho seven oh posts in, that's yr second interjection? i'm still on a section for wrecking the sector betcha bottom tenner i can smell yr weakness any reade can tell my genius is ceaseless |
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i'm like norman bates, you can call me yr master bustin in yr eyes if i feel like i hafta i left boh coz i couldnt do the capcha i'm blowin up and killin shit like malaysian air disaster yr mam's the town bike and i broke her spokes yr shit's 404 and i'm blowing up yr localhost i'm known both-coastally for doin deals postally munchin eggytoastally, yr postin empty boastally |
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stick to smokin soapy, yr a clone like zopi this is easy as abc, yr d for dopey i leave you looking mopey and bilious, cease silliness pop a pill for us and sleep, my shit is much too deep eatin canapés and children, whydya think im ill then a can of paint to kill them all and beans to build a hill when a vali is required, i'm even starting to feel tired how many unrequired bastards have i sired |
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i riced out my yugo, dropped a few flubro swiped right on sight, yr mum is my new ho my apology for such misogyny but yr still not onto me say my alias, salaryman faceless, bee ee el bee tee hee, know that i'm better than you've ever bin 3 litre zeppelin and i battle guaranteed to win ding dong merrily i'm high as fuck knight to h8, i just took yr rook |
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treat my rhymes as yr bible, i'm anthrax viral molecule chiral, pirandello spiral yr spirochete is on my cheat sheet i devour yr fried meat, delete the beat and acapella silent sound queller, yr disease is my masterpiece lyrical exceller, such a nice fella raiser of heller, opening yr veins like zimo rent a limo and rob a bank just to waste the teller |
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That microphone you hug is my dick You get inspired from where I shit Your flow is droid like Your style has a Haemorrhoid vibe You’re street prurit mate The kind girls hate |
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post 3 from hobz, you can tell he's really trying but i'm indestructible like a 3310 boyz 2 men and sounds of muffled crying as 3 nobs destroy his hole, woke man ben i'll open yr face like word dot docs where's yr nike airs? i see yr wearing scuffed crocs back to smoking brown and rocks and kablammo, yr sadder than zammo smoking cocks |
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Aw that’s cute, but where are you from matey? a city where quantity beats quality? You crystal ball is fuzzy coz I hate reptile feet Jealous of my stock coz you rock crocs with socks I turn heads leave both boy and girl in shock If you ever get cold you know where the heat is Had Jordans before you knew what a beat is |
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warrington refugee, don't know if i left or it left me small town mentality, shit was so sad to see shelters and salford next, left me fuckin vexed swinton's alright tho, i mainly just sharpen text and yr missing a line, i'll give you time to count on yr fingers, failure stink lingers like the haze of yr greenery, i do this shit easily and trigger yr foot fetish, the perfect crime |
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embrace poverty and rap to make pennies robbin frank to pay bennies, the rogue chemist exposin my dick cos it's longer than yr leng is back bent into a question mark, cheap like old kent is i've said this before, now i'm droppin to the floor line 6 of an 8 bar, can't be arsed the think of more gettin faced off the hospital aroma wishful stinkin and pledgin phob my last kroner |
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baha'i kawaii, i'm sicker than candyman times 3 with the ill mush hookup blended in my mug of tea bumping threads from back when i punctuated now something unrelated, i really need a fuckin wee and oh shit, my hand just melted thru the table how to use my charger cable, plz halp cos i'm unable 7 out 8 lines, and i'm really in poor condition tape my eyelids open, no sleep til i see the mortician |
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mate you wot? i dash while you dot dot dot my shit is hot, yours is not not not got bills like buffalo, believe me i've got a lot does he? think he does ya know, need rest, i'm gonna flop my shit is so ill you need a colostomy bag doing the exorcist crab, tag after tag, gift of the gab so tight i'm known as the money holder my rhymes are sicker than freqy's image folder |
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sick of my own braggadocio but you need to be told it's the rhyme dynamo, the acapulco gold mung beans and tofu, best believe i'll ghost you where's yr goto? cos i got mine ready rolled i'm the wickedest mr man or little miss didn't plan for this, sicker than CVS leave you a bleeding mess, please learn from the best rhyme father, i go deeper than siddhartha, the herman hesse |
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Yo folks, hope ya'll cracked cause these yolks about to roast. Haven't read the thread in a decade, but I'll turn up the coil to toast. Found Jesus? Nope, there's no hope, but to work yourself through it: woke. I battled and struggled, lost and beaten undertow, kept on kicking through it though. Found myself stopping and looking back to him. To Richard D James and the ill techno rhythm. I missed the sky walkers, and the Calvinist-isms, Hey Phobiazero, what's the word up, my brethren? |
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the cortical stimulator, he's never been a hater just a flying visitor, well brother, seeya later or was it melissa juice, that's the shit for hangin loose getting lean and lookin like the meme "im confus" i'm hereby taking over the thread again, rhyme veteran hungry for beef then i'll pass out and catch a zed again rollin the reefer, inhale and pass to st peter huffin ether, i'm on high with one eye on rhyme meter |
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Pick my nose and flick the bogey in your direction Ask your mum when your dad last had an erection Trod in a dog poo on the way to your flat Don't wipe it on the kerb wait for your door mat Ask for coffee when it comes change my mind to tea Dipped biscuit on your carpet flicked off my kneee I fart in the cup, hold it up to my ear Sandy shores far away are what I can hear |
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This one is BRILLIANT |
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my rhymes are sharper than pat's mullet see my pud? i'll pull it, then i'll stab you in the gullet deep down and dutty, fuelled up with a sugar butty bend my words round and round like they was silly putty i'm better than i've ever bin, refreshed with a tin of zeppelin down to win, brain infected by devils, it works on many levels and still the world begins to spin again, i awake like finnegan pack a day smoker and i'm my own worst carcinogen |
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you don't wanna put me to the test, fuck daphne and marry celeste, i disappear like the eponymous 86 posts and they're still not onto us i'm preparing yr lyrical sarcophagus, in dust i trust picking bits off my stylus, rhyme piledrivers a must, um the catacombs are open for yr custom reload and bust em, leave no witnesses i'll scare you all shitless, you dig this? |
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splitting diamond feathers with your spiralling iris colonnade of variegated angular sunrays hovering metallic purple bivouavc spilling forth endless cascading shimmering mirror thoughts shattering sense pulses through your physic shielding fragmenting tesseract corresponds to your tea leaves |
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i'm best bitter, the better spitter, yr gary glitter wearing a sandal, you flip flop, who said you know hip hop? handled by a man in a tam, yr gettin served like a ham my shit is hotter than pakistan in july, why lie? i'm dubai in june, you shot yr foot, i shoot the moon with a silver harpoon, yr on krokodil for a proper thrill leave yr rotted cock on the windowsill, got a one hit kill call me fag ash lil, don't dilly dally, shit's a done deal |
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come see the herbalist, begin to receive certain bliss earth yr plugin, start the love-in, you won't have heard of this first neuron to posts post haste, better burn the haze we stay awake for days undertaking to stay blazed puff the smelly, look, i'm gettin tubbier than telly got booty like a khaki green welly, yr green jelly wibble wobble motherhubbard, in league with the censor don't act like yr free, bitch i already rent yer |
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calling wackphace, you'll get erased like backspace splattered on the mat mate, i'll take you to that place richie rich, privileged bitch, i call shenanigans yr faker than yr girlfriends (first aid mannequins) i got rhymes stronger than extra mature cheddar the one you wanna be scared-a horse head bed-a, with you covered in red-a yr e.c.g. is in asystole, i've never seen deader |
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yr faker than yr girlfriends (first aid mannequins) LOL |
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best know that you can't step to me get crushed like pills in my mango smoothie it's over, done with yr out of yr depth like a dried up lungfish in this rap game there's nobody better my shit's hotter than a cable knit sweater i take the crown, bailiff to yr debtor i've got more rhymes than you've cracked it over greta |
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ooh mate, get me i'm crashin the game like windows xp ooh get you think you can rap? you haven't got a clue mate i'm not sure what yr after do you want war or tee hee laughter i'm not sure what you want the winner's clear here like 400 p.t. font |
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welcome to s&m tv, taking a whip to cat deeley touchy feely, gettin unruly, who would you be i'd be belb then, yr squad's on ten men red card, you wrote a verse and every line got parred this shit's not hard - that's what she said i spray lead, yr shootin dust in yr hand understand? or over, i'm underground like a gopher anywhere you go i'll be live from the sofa |
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colder than greenland, colder than ice zatoichi fam, three blind mice break bones like a fissure, you'll pay the price do you get it? i'm beyond alphabetic, nice i said yr itchy crawling with.... bedbugs don't come round ere thinking you can sell drugs gonna sink and i couldn't give a fuck la dribble acid on my chin from lickin out my buchla |
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dont smoke mature weed smoke young one. straight from the spring |
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poor green parrots they have a shotgun pointed at them |
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on a deep one, marianas trench harder than hench, knuckles like janken jah thank him, fuck around get in memoriam i got a store of em, line by line it's thinkin time for y'all lesser mortals punch thru like portals, straight up stellar or inter, can't you see i'm a thinker peace out, this is nuclear winter |
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have to clairify this shit about the green parrot, was following me in Palestine tree after tree one day, didnt care if someone was watching at the time, just one of the beautiful gifts of the land |
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look in my eyeballs lets get fucked up til the sky falls vodka straight from the freezer the good shit, call me ebenezer with a first aid kit and a pipe, oh right this is one of those on a wishful thinkin vibe still, i'm on top like cake with the icing making spliffs and lacing yours with ricin |
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